u/BlushAndBreakstuff

We were sitting opposite each other on the bed, legs spread, knees brushing occasionally, both pretending we were being patient about it.
It started almost like scissoring except not really. We couldn’t actually reach properly which somehow made it infinitely worse (and better). Just close enough to feel the heat from each other, close enough to keep thinking (and saying) fuck, please. The kind of tension that makes you feel half insane.

And obviously she loved that

We kept eye contact almost the entire time while touching each other slowly. Barely talking. Just watching each other unravel in real time. When you notice you’re both blinking at a slower pace and… I guess this is what drunk in love means.
There’s something genuinely evil about a woman looking at you like she already knows exactly what you’ll sound like before you do.
Everything about it was slow. Deliberately slow. The kind of slow that stops feeling teasing and starts feeling psychological. She was fingering me so deeply and carefully that at some point I genuinely forgot where my body ended and hers started. And the entire time I had my hand between her thighs too, feeling her get more and more desperate while she was trying to act composed.

The eye contact made everything worse. Neither of us looked away. Not once.

At one point I had to grab her wrist because I genuinely forgot how to breathe properly and she just smiled at me like that was the entire point. Then later she pushed further and somehow managed to fist me while still keeping that same unbearably calm expression on her face like she wasn’t completely ruining me psychologically. Well, she did say ‘fuuck’ at some point, so… it didn’t really work 🤭
I think that was the hottest part honestly. Not even the intensity of it physically but how intimate it felt. The patience. The trust. The way she kept looking at me like she was reading every single thought I had as it happened.
The room felt heavy with it. Like the tension had actual weight. Like you could’ve cut through it with a knife.
Afterwards we just kind of collapsed into each other for a while. Holding each other, kissing slowly, talking quietly about how safe we feel together. Which honestly made the whole thing even worse somehow.
There’s something deeply intimate about being completely ruined by someone and then immediately being handled so gently afterwards. She can push me right to the edge psychologically and physically and then just pull me into her arms like I’m something precious. I think that’s why the intensity works so well for us. It never feels performative or cold. Even at our most desperate there’s still so much softness underneath it.

I swear sapphic slow burn should be classified as a weapon.

She booked us a hotel for the night.

The second we got there she told me she was going downstairs to get water and drinks and that by the time she came back I was to be naked, towels on the bed, music on, waiting for her face down.

So obviously by the time she came back I was already wet and shaking a little.

She did this massage course years ago and honestly it should be illegal. Warm oil everywhere, her hands all over me, kissing down my back while pretending she was being “professional” about it. Every time I tried to move or look at her she’d just press me back down into the mattress again.

At some point she put the strap on while she was still massaging me and I could feel it dragging against me every time she moved. I think that alone nearly killed me.

The whole night felt blurry after that in the best possible way. One of those nights where your brain just stops functioning properly because someone is handling you too well. I just remember her making me come face down into the bed while holding my hips down and me genuinely forgetting how to speak afterwards.

Then somehow we both cleaned up, got dressed, and went out to a lesbian bar like normal people.

Which would’ve been easier if she hadn’t put me in a tight dress with my tits practically falling out of it and chunky heels that forced me to stay pressed against her all night. She ordered every drink for me, wouldn’t let me choose anything…Called uber so that I don’t have to walk in my heels, kept her hand on me constantly. Everyone kept staring and honestly I loved it. I loved knowing I looked like hers.

At one point she just looked at me for a little too long. No words. Just eye contact. One of those looks that immediately makes your stomach drop because you know exactly what she means. I genuinely think if she’d touched me properly in that moment I would’ve embarrassed myself in public.

But she just smiled and told me to behave.

So I did.

Mostly.

And then we got back to the hotel and things somehow got even worse for me.

I remember fishnets ripping. I remember sucking her strap while still fully dressed in front of the mirror. I remember bouncing on her while she held my waist and hearing myself say that I was made only to be her slut and that’s the only thing I’m good at.

Anyway.

Best date night of my life.

I think my biggest flaw is that I genuinely love being wanted.

I love attention in a way that is probably a little pathological. I love being looked at too long. I love knowing someone somewhere is thinking about me when they shouldn’t be. I love posting something a little too revealing and imagining some domme staring at it while I’m at home being ruined by my girlfriend. I love walking into a sapphic bar with my tits out in my tight dress on and make out with my girlfriend to a point where I start moaning and feeling all those thirsty looks on us. This is when I say something like ‘Too bad it’s not crowded enough and we can’t fuck in the bathroom’ or ‘When we get back I want to suck your cock’ and make sure someone hears me. It just makes me soaking wet.

Because that’s the thing.

I already belong to someone.

And somehow that makes me even worse.

My girlfriend loves how much of a needy little slut I am. Loves how easy I am to tease. Loves how quickly I get desperate for attention. She loves hearing about women thirsting over me online because she knows exactly who I crawl back to afterwards.

And honestly? I love it too.

I love the idea of a small circle of sapphic dommes I can flirt and overshare with throughout the day. Women I send cute pictures to while pretending I’m so innocent. Women who ask me what she did to me last night and enjoy hearing me spiral about it afterwards.

Maybe I tell you how she left me sore and stupid for her. Maybe I tell you how embarrassing it is that I can make myself come playing with two or three toys at once while thinking about her voice in my head. Maybe I tell you how much I love being stretched out, filled up, handled properly. How easy it is to turn me into a wet distracted mess if you know the right buttons to push psychologically.

I want women who enjoy the tension of it. The fact that you can flirt with me, encourage me, tease me, watch me be an attention whore… but never fully have me.

You can call me pretty. You can call me spoiled. You can enjoy how obviously needy I am. Maybe my girlfriend even enjoys watching me squirm under the attention a little too much.

But at the end of the day, I still end up in her bed, whining for her hands on me while she reminds me exactly who I belong to.

And god, I think that’s the hottest part.

So if you’re a sapphic domme who enjoys spoiled, attention hungry girls who overshare too much… maybe come say hi. If you enjoy teasing needy taken girls from a safe distance, you’d probably enjoy me 🎀

I missed her body so much I needed it.

She has to go to sleep soon, work and all that. I’m spooning her. Shall I close the blinds, I ask. No, she says. Does that mean we’re not sleeping, I’m thinking. Maybe it’s just me being a thirsty bitch, can mean nothing at all. I gently caress her body, testing the waters. Just checking. How she responds, what I’m allowed to do. Did I just feel her ass gently rub against me?

Fuck, why is my body so responsive to her? Her skin, her smell and now she’s moving against me? I don’t just feel it between my legs, I feel dizzy, nauseous, I can barely breathe. I’m allowed. Green light.

I start gently caressing her chest, kissing her shoulders softly. Inhaling the back of her neck. I already know I’ll be touching myself thinking about this day for weeks. Her breathing is unsteady. I’m grabbing her boobs now, but avoiding the nipples. Her ass pressed up against me, she’s rubbing it so hard she’s basically attached to me. I’m licking her neck. I start running my fingers around her nipples. She moans. She loves it when I play with her boobs. I twist her nipples and feel her body give in to me. I kiss her lips, we’re both moaning. My god, she feels so good. I’m on top of her, my knee between her legs while I’m riding hers. Open your mouth, I say. She sticks her tongue out with that grin and I spit on it before pulling her into a messy, brutal kiss.

Ok, I can’t take it anymore, I can smell her pussy from here. Hands on her nipples, licking her inner thighs. Biting, maybe. I can’t tease her for too long she smells so good I just can’t resist her.

Fuck, baby, you’re so wet, I’m thinking. I want to live between her thighs. She tastes like heaven, she smells like heaven, she sounds like heaven. I’m so grateful to be allowed in her world.

‘Fuck me’, she says.
I know what it means. Left hand on her nipple, tongue glued to her clit. Right hand, two fingers. In. Slowly. Fuuuuck. Touching her cervix. She’s screaming. Slowly. Curl. Three fingers. My face is buried in her pussy, two fingers curling, one pressing against her cervix.

My ears are ringing, she’s squeezing my head w her thighs. Shes coming, shaking.

I slow down, kissing her inner thighs again. ‘Let me clean you up.’
Of course it’s a trap. I’m not just cleaning her up. I can hear her breathing change. She pulls me up.
‘Kiss me,’ she says, pulling out the bullet and pressing it against herself. I grab her hair. She’s so ready.
Left hand, three fingers. Her moan…fuck. I fuck her rough, sucking on her nipples. Looking straight into her eyes, I know she likes to watch me suck on them. I’m stretching her good.

I spit in her mouth again, smile and I say

I just want you to remember that you are my slut as much as I am yours.

God, I wish I could stay in this moment forever.

‘Are you ok?’, I ask.

She’s crying.

My baby… I hold her close.

‘I’ve never come so hard in my life’, she says. ‘Because I feel safe with you’.

Part one is here: https://www.reddit.com/r/BDSMsapphic/s/3Sr4nVqeer

I was not made for this… life is so hard right now and I am so tired. All I can be is a good houseslut. I’m trying to find a job, my domme has been covering most of our bills and as much as I find it hot, I know how much she’s trying for us and I don’t want to be a burden or disappoint her. I don’t want her to be overworked all the time, I want her rested, calm, so that she can fuck me all day every day 😓

Today I’ve been job searching again and it’s so overwhelming in this economy and for my stupid horny brain. All I can think of when I’m looking for a job is how I’m gonna wear lingerie under my clothes, take pictures in the bathroom… last time I had an actual job I sexted so hard at work when I stood up the chair was wet.

I went to the gym to take my mind off of things, the only thing that kept me going was imagining someone watching me stretch and bend. Or at least knowing I’m there. I’m such an attention whore, it’s embarrassing. The only thing that gets me going is knowing someone’s thirsting over me. I just want to have a little online following of women I know little to nothing about. So that when I do my job search they would praise me, when I’m working out they would think about me and my big butt in my leggings and my synched little waist, arching my back. How I can tease them with nudes, talk about how my girlfriend fucked me. While we both know no one but her will ever fully have me… it just makes me so horny.

I’m so tired of this life, soaking in the bath trying to navigate life while I’m just a stupid slut who wants to cook, clean, bend over and have a little cutesy cult following 🎀😭

She’s been edging me for a very long time…two weeks. I was allowed to touch myself, but it’s cause she knows I want her. I don’t even watch porn I just think of how good she fucks me.
She texted me saying she’s leaving work early because she needs her hands on me, I immediately felt weak in my knees. I put on my new bra and suspender belt, hid it under my robe. She wants me…
She comes in, we start making out, I can feel her breath shaking. She’s as desperate as I am. Oh, to be desired by her. She throws me on the bed, her knee between my thighs, we’re both moaning, I can’t get enough of her lips, she’s biting my neck. She starts untying my robe, looks at me
-is this new?
-yes
-fuck… let me see
She stops and just looks at me for a minute or so, taking it all in. I’m so happy I can’t believe we’re finally fucking… she gets my nipples out, sucking on them, I’m losing my mind, the room is spinning, she goes lower doesn’t even take my panties off and licks me through them fuck… then she slides them to the side I’m screaming by then, I missed you I missed you so much
She’s eating me out, squeezing my nipples, I just want to stay in this moment forever…can it get any better than this?
She slides her fingers inside me rolling her eyes with pleasure. She missed me… her tongue on my clit, her fingers curling inside me while she’s squeezing my nipples so hard and I’m screaming her name as loud as I can
I belong to you
I was made for you
We both come at the same time
Did I mention she was fully dressed?
P.S. this is not erotica, it’s just my Monday

I share stuff about my sex life and relationship dynamic on here from time to time (from a different account) and sometimes dommes reach out to me. First of all where have you been when I was single 🙄
Second of all, I am so so happy with my relationship and the way I’m being treated I don’t want anyone else… but I do like the idea of other people thirsting over me knowing they can’t have me and I belong to my domme who fucks the shit out of me and they can’t have it… like I want to post my nudes everywhere, I want people to message me and I be like sorry but I can only be your pen pal 🎀💅🏽
Yes I can tell you about how daddy fucked me today how she liked my new bra and suspender belt and how loud she made me moan and how hard she made me come…but sharing it only in a friendly way of course 🎀
Is that bad? 🤭